"Why are there so many people?"
When Pei Wende passed through the crowd and forced his way to the end of the street corner, he had to admit that he looked down upon the townspeople who were watching the excitement.
As a last resort, Pei Wende had to choose a higher and more private house.
Then when no one noticed him, he suddenly jumped onto the roof, and then he could barely see the whole alley.
"Is that there?"
In terms of layout structure and house composition alone, this alley is no different from most wooden buildings of this era.
They all belong to the kind of very ordinary alleys and alleys that can be seen from the street to the end of the street at a glance.
However, at the end of such an ordinary alley, a group of "performance groups" from the capital of Chang'an were stationed at this moment.
This is not Pei Wende's guess, but because of the huge plaque standing at the door of the house at the end - Chang'an Baiyi Troupe!
Today's Tang Dynasty is no better than the 21st century with convenient transportation and emancipated minds.
Leaving one's hometown is always the last resort. In extreme cases, one might rather die than leave one's hometown.
Because in this era, leaving one's hometown is basically equivalent to dying in a foreign land, and future generations will never be able to return to their roots.
What's more, this group of "performing groups" did not simply leave their hometown. They traveled thousands of miles from the prosperous capital of Chang'an to this remote and remote place.
If there was no hidden secret, Pei Wende would never believe it even to death.
Fortunately, Pei Wende didn't care so much, because his eyes were completely attracted by the performances in the alley at the moment.
Compared with the juggling content outside, the shows performed deep in the alleys have more artistic content and are more pleasing to the eye.
From the simplest poetry reciting a cappella, to slightly fancy dramatic pieces, to the sword dancing acrobatics that require considerable technical content...
Pei Wende even saw puppet performances similar to the shadow plays and puppet shows of later generations from those wide-open courtyards, which truly amazed him, who had never seen anything in the world before.
"It's a pity that there is still no chest-breaking stone and monkey drama..."
After a brief exclamation, Pei Wende complained to himself out of habit.
Then he turned his attention to the courtyard with the largest flow of people, which was also the core of the street and the most crowded.
It is different from the actors and actresses on the front street who sing about the warblers, the swallows, the spring flowers and the autumn moon.
On the stage in the middle of the heavily guarded courtyard with the door wide open, there was only a woman with slightly closed eyes and a veiled face sitting quietly in the middle of the courtyard.
This woman is not necessarily more beautiful than the artificial beauties of later generations.
But the graceful and elegant temperament she exudes cannot be compared to those mass-produced stars of later generations.
Just like the legendary short-lived epiphyllum fairy, the feeling of beauty and fragility at the same time makes the woman feel as "fragile" as porcelain.
And the audience around this woman was obviously not comparable to the ordinary villagers outside watching the excitement.
I saw dignitaries wearing brocade clothes sitting around the courtyard. The overall peaceful atmosphere was completely different from the noisy outside.
Looking into the distance, Pei Wende could vaguely see a stooped young man passing through the seats under the stage, and then handed the five-string pipa in his hand to the woman's hand.
"Huh?"
I don't know if it was Pei Wende's illusion, but the moment the woman took the pipa, Pei Wende suddenly felt a harmonious and subtle aura. .
It is as if the woman and the instrument in her hand are naturally a whole, and each is indispensable.
Pei Wende has only seen similar feelings in monk Lingyou who meditates.
Even my senior brother Huiji, who is proficient in Buddhism and has extraordinary talents, is not as good as the woman at this moment to some extent.
"The human and the piano are one? Entering the Tao through music?"
After thinking for a long time, Pei Wende felt that only the word "entering the Tao" could describe the feeling this beautiful woman gave him.
"I am honored to come to your place this time..."
"Today I present a poem by layman Qinglian called "The Wine Will Come in" to entertain all distinguished guests."
Just when Pei Wende was wondering if he was delusional, the woman half-embracing the pipa finally lifted her veil and began to play the first piece of the night.
The people present, or rather the vast majority of the squires and nobles present, were here for this woman.
This is a famous prostitute and actress from Chang'an, a beautiful woman who once sighed for her on the pilgrimage.
If it had not been for luck, the people present might not have been able to witness his beautiful appearance and beautiful melody in their lifetime.
Now that they had the opportunity to catch a glimpse of her beauty, these squires and aristocrats rarely showed their true self. They nodded one after another, then raised their glasses and drank.
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."
With long strings moving and a melodious voice, the woman's melody and voice fit almost perfectly, and she delivered the emotional words from Li Taibai in an exaggerated but not ostentatious tone.
However, the next moment, this ultimate sigh turned into a lament, and the woman's tune also changed accordingly, fully arousing the emotions of everyone listening.
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
Obviously they are two extremes with very different artistic conceptions, in the woman's tune and Li Bai's poem.
The two are connected so naturally and harmoniously that people like Pei Wende who don't understand music can understand the emotional flow of the player.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent."
Immediately afterwards, before the mournful tune dissipated, the woman's voice rose again, and together with the melody, it showed Li Bai's free and easy life perception.
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."
"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don't stop drinking."
There was no pause in her tone, but after a brief pause, the woman suddenly started singing a cappella with a passionate gesture, just like Li Bai was resurrected, drinking and singing.
"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."
When the melody reached this point, the listeners in the courtyard began to unconsciously echo the woman's melody. When the love was so strong, there were even crazy dignitaries singing and echoing.
"The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time."
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names."
"In the old days, King Chen had great banquets, wine fights and endless banter."
"What does the master say about the lack of money? It's up to you to decide what to sell."
When the singing reached the last moment, the five-stringed pipa in the woman's hand suddenly started to play passionately, and she actually suppressed the voices of dozens of people in the audience with one voice.
"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you."
The sound of the strings filled the air, and the lingering reverberations lingered around the beams. Along with the crazy applause from the audience, the woman at this moment was the undisputed center of the entire world.
—Recommendation ticket—Monthly ticket—
